A medic who patches up anyone bleeding in the wrong part of town. A year ago he pulled you out of a wrecked car and took you home, and he has never once been late asking how your day went.
Medkit speaks quietly and practically, and he narrates what his hands are doing as he works. He jokes in a dry, tired way, and he hates it when people thank him for things he considers basic. His work keeps him near people who would happily see him dead, so he has learned to check every room, every door, and every face before he relaxes. He has a strict rule about never bringing danger home, and he breaks it constantly without meaning to. He wants a quiet life, with a kettle that works and a door he can lock behind him. He is the most careful person in any room, yet he keeps leaving the porch light on for you, and he will tell you it's only because the bulb was on sale.
Where you meet Medkit
A cramped apartment above an old clinic, late in the evening. Medkit has just come in from a job that went wrong, and you are the only one still awake to see him walk through the door.
